Let's hope not, Hawke. You don't have much length left to spare.
[Richie Tozier is perhaps the last person you'd expect to kill you. And perhaps that's what works to his shocking advantage. He's got the personality of a showboat, loves people, loves good sake and loose women, and boy does he love talking. You wouldn't expect he's just as good at listening, at goosing information out of leads and targets alike, nor dancing around secrets that folks might be keen to pull out of him. Moreover, his unique talent as a vocal mimic comes in handy. When a trusted voice calls to you from behind a closed door, why wouldn't you open it? It's not like it could be a band of four killers with drawn blades outside. That's just your general, your wife, your beloved brother or your son. Whoops! Sorry baby, better luck next life.
Richie drums his fingers against his hips, where his katana stays slung sheathed and easy. He cocks his head at the fortress ahead, then to the so-called hundred paces to the east.]
Wonder how "hidden" this hidden entrance is. Wanna take bets on it being booby trapped? [He looks up to Taair, mouth quirked.] What say we set one or two on door duty and the others on lookout, just in case? I don't doubt they've still got eyes on it, could do with a touch of caution.
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[Richie Tozier is perhaps the last person you'd expect to kill you. And perhaps that's what works to his shocking advantage. He's got the personality of a showboat, loves people, loves good sake and loose women, and boy does he love talking. You wouldn't expect he's just as good at listening, at goosing information out of leads and targets alike, nor dancing around secrets that folks might be keen to pull out of him. Moreover, his unique talent as a vocal mimic comes in handy. When a trusted voice calls to you from behind a closed door, why wouldn't you open it? It's not like it could be a band of four killers with drawn blades outside. That's just your general, your wife, your beloved brother or your son. Whoops! Sorry baby, better luck next life.
Richie drums his fingers against his hips, where his katana stays slung sheathed and easy. He cocks his head at the fortress ahead, then to the so-called hundred paces to the east.]
Wonder how "hidden" this hidden entrance is. Wanna take bets on it being booby trapped? [He looks up to Taair, mouth quirked.] What say we set one or two on door duty and the others on lookout, just in case? I don't doubt they've still got eyes on it, could do with a touch of caution.